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Många har tjatat att de vill läsa mina hemligheter, mina texter. Här då. Är ni nöjda nu?
It was His birthday, and I could have sworn he even looked older. We danced to the music, and for a moment, I felt special. It was his anniversary of being 5 years sober. He gave me drink tickets, and I kept drinking, but I couldn’t feel the gin at all.
Afterwards, we went to a strip club, where I would sit across the table from him, with my back to the dancers. I turned to my friend to say “I don’t like the blonde ones". He was sitting next to a tall blonde girl, sharing a plate of food. I remember when we used to share dessert. His arm resting on the top of the back of her chair. I noticed them lean in towards each other to say things, and I wondered if she knew who I was. If he had told her about the girl who used to walk barefoot through the grocery store. And I was more bothered by watching the two of them, than I was by the nude girls spreading their legs for strangers behind me.
When he was on the road, he sent me a postcard of an elephant from a zoo. He wrote “Elephants never forget".
Annons